Lower my head
brighten my eyes
and then it feels right
and I start to drive
and I drive
and I thrive
on wicked skies
unfolding
even these delicate cruelties
these beings
occupy space
and my blue denim eyes
see your neon
displaced
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
Lower my head
brighten my eyes
and then it feels right
and I start to drive
and I drive
and I thrive
on wicked skies
unfolding
even these delicate cruelties
these beings
occupy space
and my blue denim eyes
see your neon
displaced
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